( Perspective of John )
I woke up the next morning with soreness in my abdomen and in my jaw. I glanced over at the clock and could barely see the numbers. I stared long enough and figured out that I had about a minute before my alarm clock would go off.
I pressed the reset button, and I just laid there, staring up at the ceiling. I hated not having my glasses, and I knew that today would be a pain without them. I glanced to my left and I jumped at the sight of Liam on his phone.
"Did I scare you?"
"Mmmhmm."
"Sorry about it."
He's not sorry.
I rolled my eyes and stood up from the bed to get ready for my class. Liam didn't have a class today, but being that I couldn't see as well, he had to drive me.
...
As I walked to class, I saw Jack's friends as they walked into a different class. I could faintly see a bruise on one of their faces; that's definitely Liam's doing.
I walked into my class and was met with warm greetings.
"Hi John!"
A couple of guys and a few girls walked up to me and offered to take my books. I motioned for them that it was okay, but they insisted and took my books anyway. They took my books to my desk and sat next to me. I felt weird with all the attention, but I appreciated their kindness.
...
Liam was parked outside and waited for me to come so he could take me home. When I made it to the car, I opened the door and sat down.
"Hey sexy buns, are you feeling better?"
I nodded.
"That's good, I'm so glad you're okay."
He reached into his back seat and handed me a bag. I gave him a questioning look, and he rolled his eyes.
"It's your glasses John."
I reached into the bag and opened up a small box with my new pair of glasses. I placed them on and the world was normal again.
...
I met Cassandra as I was walking past her to wait a table.
"Hey John! The bruise is fading a little I see."
"Mmmhmm."
"Whenever it fully fades, I want you and I to have an hour long conversation; I miss your voice."
I weakly smiled and nodded. She gave me a thumbs up as I walked to a table.
I figured that I would use the job's iPad and type down what I'd say to my tables, since I can't really talk.
I walked over to a table of three; there were two men and a little boy sitting beside one of them. One of the men was Caucasian, with green eyes and blonde hair. The other was African American, with light caramel skin and had hazel eyes. The little boy looked as if he was related to the Caucasian guy, as they shared similar features.
I started typing as they sat there staring at me. After I was done typing, I showed them the iPad.
"Hello, my name is John. I'll be your waiter tonight."
When I showed it to them, they read it and smiled.
"Hey John," the African American guy said.
"I'm Isaiah, and this is David," he gestured towards the other guy as he waved.
"And that's his brother, Roderick."
Isaiah pointed to the little boy. I smiled and typed some more into my iPad.
"What would you guys like to drink?"
They read it and told me what they wanted.
...
After I waited the last few tables of the night, Cassandra and I locked up and left.
I made it home and as I walked into the house, I saw John in his lion onesie, sitting on the couch. He glanced over at me as I locked the front door.
"Hey buddy!"
I held back my smile as he jumped up and ran over to me. He embraced me, and I returned his affection with a tighter embrace. He squeezed me a little too hard, and a sensation of pain shot through my stomach.
"Mmm."
"I'm sorry."
Liam let go of me and rubbed my sore stomach as someone would to a pregnant women.
I was in the bathroom, looking into the steamed up mirror, as I rubbed my sore jaw.
"Mmm, John."
I said my name, trying to speak without there being much pain.
I tried again.
"John."
As long as I don't open my mouth as much, I can talk without there being much pain.
I walked into the living room and sat on the couch with Liam. Liam was watching the weather channel and had a concerned look on his face. He noticed that I sat down and smiled.
"Looks like there's going to be severe thunderstorms throughout the rest of the week."
Hopefully that won't interfere with my plans with Lucas.
"What movie are we seeing?"
Liam dramatically gasped, "He finally speaks!" I nodded.
"It's a surprise, just wait and see."
He got up and turned off all of the lights and pushed a movie into the DVD player. He went into the kitchen and brought me a glass of juice with a bendy straw leaning over the side. He also had a bottle of water for himself and a small bowl of popcorn.
As the movie went along, I wasn't as focused as Liam was. I was thinking about how school would go the next day; I also thought about Jack and if he'd be back by then. Liam never told me all of what he did to Jack, but I won't bring it up.
My mind also trailed onto thoughts about Lucas. Our plans for the weekend excited me and I couldn't wait to hang out with him.
That night, I went to sleep feeling peaceful.
( Perspective of Lucas )
That night, I was on the phone with Josh as I got ready for bed.
"So," I said, slightly prolonging the "o" sound.
"So?"
"Are you going to tell Liam that you like him?"
"What? Liam? I... don't."
"Yea you do. I saw you staring at him like he was the last steak on the family platter."
"What... no... you're crazy man."
"Am I, or is someone just delusional?"
I placed my phone between my ear and my shoulder as I ironed my work shirt.
"Yea, you're the one that's delusional."
"I'm anything and everything but delusional. I know that you have a thing for him."
"Lies," I smirked.
"Don't pretend like I'm not right Josh. You can't tell me that you aren't gay either, because I found you having hardcore, rough sex with that one guy..."
"Alright, Alright. I thought you agreed not to bring that up again."
"I didn't agree to anything."
"Ugh."
"If you don't admit it now, I'll just pester you about it all day tomorrow."
"Pester me about it then, because I don't... like him."
"Alright liar, I'll see you tomorrow. Be prepared, because I warned you."
"Yea, Whatever."
I placed my phone down and laid down on my bed. I stared at the ceiling, thinking about Josh. Even a blind man could see that Josh fell head over hills for Liam when he saw him at the hospital; he was practically drooling over him. I can't talk though; just the thought of John makes me drool like no other.
I smiled at the thought, and then I thought about what we would do this Saturday. We could either stay here or go out a few places and then come back to relax for a bit; I'll figure it out later.
I closed my eyes and fell asleep